A second attempt at a curtal sonnet with GMH’s rhyme scheme but not his rhythm which is too quirky for me. Lucifer Sharp, the night air, so early in the spring,And bright the light, distilled where stars are hung,In silver shadows streams through misty air,Slips into dreams on dark crow-feathered wing,Whispering to sleeping leaves its […]


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